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DMITRI HISSED OUT a sharp breath as Stavros dabbed his wound with an alcohol wipe. Yet the burn of it over the open flesh was nothing compared to the burn in his gut.

The image of Jas’s face, her mouth trembling, her wide eyes stricken with hurt, would haunt him for the rest of his life. Along with a hundred other images of her.

Jas, looking at him with a toothless smile, Jas, at nine, sitting by him in companionable silence while he nursed a broken nose, Jas, her tears overflowing onto her cheeks as he said goodbye to her and Andrew…

Jas, as she glared at him with bristling hatred and fury at Andrew’s funeral five years ago…

And now this Jas, who saw through his veneer to the real him, who had melted into his arms with such vulnerability in her eyes…

Who had looked at him as if he was everything…

A furious cascade of such hunger churned in his gut that he had to grasp the handrest to anchor himself. Just the torrent of emotions that had deluged him ever since she had come at him with that knife was proof enough.

No! That look had been nothing but a result of shock.

He didn’t want her to look at him like that, as if he was her hero and knight wrapped in one.

He was no one’s hero, and definitely not hers. He shattered women’s silly romantic notions of him on a regular basis.

Yet the hurt in her eyes disturbed him far more than it should have.

Theos, where was the woman who had so thoroughly despised him that day?

Setting Jasmine’s expectations regarding him shouldn’t require this much thought and second-guessing.

“You know,” Leah’s voice cut in, “I always thought you were the kinder one between Stavros and you.” She sighed. “I’ll wait in the limo, Stavros. I don’t want to embarrass Jasmine anymore but if possible, please convince her to come with us.”

“She won’t accept anyone’s charity,” Dmitri said, before he could curb the words. Because he had tried once and she had bristled as if he had made an indecent proposition.

Leah’s displeasure swelled in the silence even after she left.

Unrolling gauze, Stavros leveled him a flat look. Dmitri refused to take the bait.

Stavros cut up a strip of medicinal gauze and covered up the wound and then neatly put on a plaster. Then he shut the plastic case and tucked it away. Uncoiling to his height, he finally met Dmitri’s gaze. “She seems…very innocent, Dmitri.”

He understood the awe in Stavros’s voice. Dmitri had been prepared for the shock of seeing Jasmine after all these years, but she was nothing like he had imagined.

From the moment he had entered that house, a tight fist had formed in his gut and it showed no signs of loosening. To find her like he did today, to imagine what would have happened if he had been late… Everything inside him ignited into a mindless fury, every lesson he had learned in controlling his temper consumed by that fear.

“Something I didn’t have when Giannis plucked me from there, you mean?” he challenged Stavros.

“Yes.”

Stavros’s unsaid question reverberated in that single word, but Dmitri was in no mood to talk about the lack of his innocence. Stavros had come to mean more to him than even his godfather but he wouldn’t go into his past even for him.

He refused to let it leave a mark on him.

“You don’t know to handle her,” Stavros said in that arrogant tone of his that drove Leah crazy.

“You’re afraid I’m going to corrupt that innocence,” Dmitri stated flatly.

Jasmine was like the key to the Pandora’s box he had left behind a long time ago. And all he wanted with the key was to throw it away and not look back.

“No,” Stavros replied, surprising him. “But it is also obvious that she—”

“She’s a debt, Stavros, and I pay them.”

A lethal smile touched his friend’s mouth. “Tell me your plans for her.”

He remained silent, drawing a complete blank.

What was he supposed to do with her now? She had no place in his life, even a minuscule one.

“We both know that you can’t just let her walk out of here. Not without ensuring she’s not going to be a danger to herself.”

“Danger she’s courted recklessly.” The words rattled out of Dmitri on a wave of anger.

Why the hell hadn’t she come to him before this? Theos, he understood addictions and the damage they caused, but for Andrew to leave her with so much debt, a debt that Dmitri had no doubt was the result of his gambling…?

Fury and powerlessness flew in his veins because Andrew wasn’t even here anymore for Dmitri to take it out on.

“So she deserves to be left to her fate?” Stavros asked with rising incredulity. “Is this how you would’ve helped if Calista had been in trouble?”

“Christos, she’s not going to…” The horror of the night when Stavros’s sister had died cut him off.

But then, none of them had known Calista had been on such a self-destructive path until it had been years too late. Pain pounded through his veins at the thought of Jasmine going down that path. Look at the situation she had found herself in. “She’s not going to calmly accept whatever I propose.”

“I know you hate responsibility of any kind, Dmitri, but this is—”

“Theos, Stavros, she does not belong with me. Not for a moment, much less for days.”

Stavros looked at him again, something emerging in his gaze. As if he could sense the panic in Dmitri’s words. As if he could see the noose tightening around Dmitri’s throat. “Then, you should have never answered her call for help.

“What about her is bothering you so much, Dmitri? I have never seen you in such a…state when it comes to a woman. You change them on a weekly basis. Why is she different?”

Dmitri pushed a hand through his hair, feeling as though his life was slipping out of his hands. How he wished he could fob her off on Stavros…

“You don’t want to be responsible for her and yet your conscience won’t let her walk away. How about you do not anger her, then?”

“Where was this infinite wisdom when it was Leah we were dealing with?” he couldn’t help pointing out.

“Learn from my lesson, then, won’t you?” Stavros growled, steel edging into his tone. As it always did when even the mention of how close he had come to losing Leah came up. “If you hurt her again, the damage she does to you might not be so minimal. Or even worse, she could just turn around and go back to that same world.”

“Her feelings are not my concern.” That was it. Jasmine could rant and rage at him all she wanted. All he cared about was that the woman was alive. If he had to shred her to pieces to do it, he would, again and again. But he wouldn’t let her return to that life.

He had failed so many people in his life, but he couldn’t fail Jasmine.

Jasmine stepped into the elegantly decorated bedroom and flopped onto the bed. The robe she had put on slid silkily against her skin but she just couldn’t get herself to wear the same jeans and sweater again. Not until she got them washed, at least.

Only silence came from the front lounge. Her heart thudding loudly, she looked up.

Dmitri prowled into the room and leaned against the wall, the movement pulling one lapel of his unbuttoned shirt higher, exposing a rope of leanly sculpted muscle. A gauze pad near his abdomen stood out white against his olive skin.

One of his brows lifted, a sardonic smile twisting his mouth.

Sinuous heat bloomed low in her belly, the sight of his naked torso a temptation like she had never imagined.

The luxurious black satin scrunched in her fingers painted a picture of her writhing beneath that leanly coiled frame, all of that simmering intensity unleashed on her, while he worshipped her with the mouth that had pierced her so much…

“Jasmine?”

His frown prompted her out of her fantasies, her skin heating up.

She was used to attention of the most extreme kind, knew lust in all its forms. And yet, when Dmitri looked at her, even innocently as he was doing now, as if he could see into her head and soul, she was extremely aware of it.

Of all the men in the world, something inside her reacted with a violent energy to Dmitri. Maybe it was because she had known him as a kid. Maybe because, for the first time in years, she was with a man and she didn’t have to worry about whether he was motivated by lust or some other inferior motive.

That was it.

Dmitri, for all his crushing words, was safe.

For years, she had wondered if the life she had adapted to to survive had somehow corrupted her ability to feel this kind of need, if her body would ever feel like it was anything but an instrument she had honed to make a living…if she would feel free enough…wondered if there was anything pure left in her thoughts except for the technicality of it…

Yet that it was Dmitri that incited her like this… It left her shaking to her very bones.

Didn’t her body know that she was supposed to hate him even if he looked like a Greek god? That he was a man who turned his back on friends because they didn’t fit into his new life?

She was like a deer planning her escape route, Dmitri decided, leaning against the door. Not that he didn’t think it was for the best.

The moment he saw her on the bed, his bed, in his robe, even if it fell to her ankles, his blood had vanished south.

She had looked so lovely for a second there, claws withdrawn. Like a lioness who wanted to be petted for a little while. Before she most likely ate you.

“You look as if you have a fever.”

She nodded. “I don’t feel… I’m just achy all over.”

Her words emerged as a rough croak. The soft admission from her was as strange as the feverish look in those dark black eyes. Scrubbed of sleep and any lingering softness that he had ruthlessly pushed away, they glowed with determination. And regret punched him in the gut even as he knew that it was better this way.

He didn’t want her all soft and melting. He wanted her to fight him and hate him.

Had she been hurt in their tussle? he thought then, the very idea horrifying him. Frowning, he took a step forward and clasped her cheek.

She flinched away from him. A silent roar burst into life inside of him, and he forced himself to take multiple breaths.

Theos, he hated when she flinched at his nearness like that…

Which was a thousand kinds of insanity because he had practically yelled at her to not come near him.

Stavros had taught him well. It took all of his willpower to control that wild thing inside him that wanted her hands on him. All of her on him. Reminded himself that all he offered a woman was sex. And Jasmine deserved a lot more.

Clenching his jaw, he fought for composure. “Did I hurt you when I tackled you?”

“No. I just… I pulled a muscle the other day and it’s still bothering me.”

“Let me see it.”

“No.” Jasmine drew in a deep breath and forced the words to come out evenly. “Thanks for coming so promptly today, Dmitri. For literally coming to my rescue.”

“You almost choked on that, ne?”

She shrugged, refusing to take the bait.

He entered the bedroom and went to the wardrobe.

Panic blooming in her gut, she looked around the bedroom she had run into.

It was his bedroom, of course.

She tried to slide off the silky sheets. And lost the little dignity she had in the process when he turned around, his brows raised.

Sleeping in Dmitri’s bed was the last thing she needed. It was far too intimate for the little peace that she needed for her overactive mind.

She dangled her legs on the side of the bed. “I didn’t realize this was your bedroom. I will just…”

“Stay,” he ordered her softly.

With his back still against the wardrobe, he extracted a perfectly pressed white cotton shirt with sure precision, shrugged off the bloodied shirt. Too mesmerized by the sight of his corded biceps and chest to even pretend otherwise, Jasmine watched as he pulled on the fresh shirt.

“I will sleep in the longue or order housekeeping to clean up Stavros’s room.” He buttoned it down, his gaze taking in her flushed face with a casual indifference. “Are you hungry?”

Getting up and padding away from the bed, she walked to the chaise longue. “No. And you don’t have to babysit me. I just want to crash for a few hours.”

“I have no interest in spending the night babysitting you. Tell me…how did Noah agree to this outrageous idea of an auction?”

“You know how.”

Another step closer. But caught between the bed and him, there was no way to escape. Retribution that he had threatened shone in every line of his body. “Dmitri…”

“Enlighten me again how it happened.”

“Even after all these years, we still owed him money. Noah would have liked for me to sign away my entire life and I didn’t want to continue—” a shudder went through her spine “—there anymore. I thought of you and suggested he put me up for auction.”

He stared down at her as if he could see through her skin and into the very heart of her. “Where was he going to find buyers if not for me?”

Something in his question struck a chord of fear in Jasmine. “There weren’t any others.”

“Noah is not famous for his kindness. I don’t understand how he agreed to your condition.”

“Because all the world knows that you’re a gazillionaire and Noah just happens to know that at one time you used to have a conscience. I gave him an opening to exploit that. If you’re through being disgusted with me—”

“Disgusted? Theos, what the hell was Andrew thinking to leave you with so much debt? Why didn’t he—”

Just hearing her brother judged for what little he could have done inflamed her. “Don’t speak his name.”

“He should have taken better care of you. I don’t understand—”

Shivering from head to toe, she struggled to keep the grief at bay. Even after five years, it shredded her strength and composure with its claws. “How do you know what he did or didn’t do? You left us.”

Was that it? Had she hated him all these years because he had left her alone with an alcoholic mother and a brother addicted to gambling away the very little they had ever had? Was her bitter envy over his better life at the root of it all?

“I didn’t have a choice, Jasmine.”

“You didn’t have a choice except to forget us? He always watched your back, stopped you from getting yourself killed. If not for him, you would have died a violent death a long time ago.”

Every inch of his face became immobile under her attack. He stood absolutely still, calmly absorbing her insults.

Only the haunting depths of his eyes betrayed his shock. “You think I need a reminder, Theos mou, that without Andrew, there would have been nothing left of me for Giannis to save…”

God, what the hell had she said?

The cynical curve of his mouth… The emptiness in his eyes… She never wanted to be witness to that ever again.

She didn’t want to see that flash of pain in his eyes ever again, much less cause it.

“That…that came out wrong. I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never…” She took a bracing breath. “Seeing you just reminds me that he’s forever gone, Dmitri. That he never had a single chance to break away from it all.”

He stepped away from her as if to avoid the poison of her words. “Until I can ensure that there’s no danger to you, you have no choice but to face me, Jasmine.” Still, he didn’t sound angry or upset. Still, he only spoke about her safety.

As if it was an onerous duty he had to take on even if she was ungrateful.

Jasmine wanted to kick herself for her impulsive mouth. Or curl into a ball and cry. In one swoop, she had spewed out all the bitterness she had struggled to keep at bay for years. She couldn’t bear to look at herself, much less at Dmitri. She couldn’t bear to be in his presence for a second longer without wanting to slap herself.

It was being near him, she realized. From the moment he had stepped in there, it was as if she had lost all sense of herself. It was as if she had forgotten all the hard lessons she had learned so early in life.

“I have seven thousand and change saved that I can pay you instantly. The rest of it will take me time, but I will pay you back even if I have to…”

A slow grin spread across his devilish mouth. He shifted his feet, bit his lower lip, as if to contain the laughter spilling out, leaned his hip against the wall as if he were posing for a photo shoot and smiled again. The veins in his forearms stood out as he folded his arms, oozing sex appeal.

Jasmine’s breath caught at the sheer, stark beauty of it.

There was nothing false or practiced about the curve of his mouth now.

It lit up his light gray eyes, carved a dimple in his cheek. Her knees turned to mush as he dipped his head low and batted at her with his shoulder. “So you’re determined to pay me back, then, yes?”

Of course, the man didn’t need his fists anymore. He could charm the birds from the sky with that smile. Was it any wonder that women threw themselves at his feet? What woman wouldn’t want him to look at her with need in those gorgeous eyes? What woman wouldn’t want those rough hands on her, that luscious mouth driving her wild?

She was getting hot just thinking about it. “Every last penny,” she croaked out.

“How?”

“I’ll come up with something.”

“You know, Jas…” He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes in an exaggerated show of patience. “Spanking’s never been my thing but, Theos, I’m so tempted to give it a try right now. You and your ideas and your plans…”

She gasped, heat streaking her cheeks. “I was running out of options.”

He prowled toward her like a predator. Heat from his body enveloped her, coating her very breath.

“And what if someone else ended up buying…you?”

“You’re trying to scare me.”

“There was someone else, Jas, someone who was willing to pay a lot of money to own you.”

Jas remained silent, fear and confusion stealing rational thought from her.

“Didn’t you think of contacting me even once? Did you have to wait until it got this desperate?”

She had. She had thought of him countless times, her body and mind weary after another long night, after facing another of her mother’s drunken episodes. After feeling as if she would never make a dent in her debt, after facing another man look at her as if he could own her body and soul for a few bucks. After seeing her life pass day after day in that pit.

In a moment of weakness, she had called Katrakis Textiles in Athens once. The receptionist had even politely asked her for her name. In the end, she had chickened out.

In the end, it had been easier to hate him from a distance than take his pity.

“I don’t like depending on anyone for anything,” she said instead.

“Fate has a way of punching us with exactly what we don’t want. There was someone else who bid for you. Which meant Noah had two dogs out for the same bone, and he let us go at it.”

Another bidder? Her knees gave out and she sank to the longue.

Sweat beaded her brow, nausea climbing up her throat. Noah had tricked her. If Dmitri hadn’t come along, he would have sold her virginity to someone else.

The horror of what could have happened filled her with dread.

“Noah said you called it a virginity auction. And that’s what it truly was. What I can’t figure out is who else wanted to pay off that debt and why.”

Her head spun in a thousand different directions and Jasmine struggled to hold on to her sanity. Clutching her head, she walked away from him.

Just leave. Don’t care what he paid, Jas. He can afford it.

Walk away, the survivor in her begged.

“How much did you pay Noah?”

“You’re not my priciest toy, if that’s what worries you.”

Her gut heaved with anticipated dread, her right eye twitching uncontrollably from keeping her gaze so straight. Something was very wrong; she knew it in her bones.

“Stop taunting me, Dmitri. How much do I owe you?”

“A hundred and thirty thousand pounds, but since I’m feeling generous I’ll round it down to an even hundred.”

A hundred thousand pounds? Her gut flopped to her feet. “That can’t be true. That much money… It’s ridiculous, God…”

Clutching the wall behind her, she gasped for breath. “This is my worst nightmare come true… Oh, God…” It would take her ten lifetimes to make so much money. She would never be able to pay him back, never walk away from this.

“Being saved from a life of trading your body is your worst nightmare?”

Uncontrollable shivers overtook her. Hunger and lack of sleep from the past two days hit her like a battering ram, the sheer willpower with which she had kept herself going, shattering finally. “No. Bound to you eternally by this debt is.”

She swayed and sank to the thickly carpeted floor.

A soft curse ripped through the air before she was pulled up like a rag doll. “Theos, Jas.” His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried something. His gaze searched her, his fingers splayed against her jaw, a strange glitter darkening his eyes. “Now is not the time to lose that reckless pride.”

Pushing his hands away, she sank back onto the chaise longue. Her body felt boneless, as if she would never stop falling.

All she wanted was to curl up and sleep for the next decade. All she wanted was to let someone else bear the burden, just once. “How am I going to pay you back? Lord, what am I going to do?” she muttered to herself.

The bedroom door opened and an army of uniformed staff set down an array of dishes that had her gut twisting with hunger. She looked at the clock, which said five in the morning.

The staff vanished just as they had appeared, with minimal fuss, making her wonder if she had imagined them.

“Until you figure out a way, you will eat, sleep and generally keep your presence in my life to a minimum.”

Swallowing at the mouthwatering aroma from the dishes, she nodded. Eyed the distance from the chaise to the table and groaned.

With a curse that sounded filthy to even her untrained ears, he stopped by the table and lifted a silver dome off a plate. “When did you eat last?”

“A cheeseburger about twenty hours ago,” she whispered pathetically.

Pushing her legs out of his way none too gently, and careful enough to not even accidentally touch her hip that was propped up, he sat down at the foot of the chaise. Forking pasta with his left hand, which was such a familiarly intimate gesture from her childhood that a lump formed in her throat, he brought it to her mouth.

Jasmine closed her mouth over the farfalle eagerly.

“Don’t make a habit of this, Jas.”

He sounded uncomfortable, wary. Was he afraid that she would climb all over him again and embarrass them both?

Closing her eyes, Jas chewed, relishing the thick white sauce. “Won’t even remember this, Dmitri.”

She ate in silence while the influx of carbs lulled her to sleep. She finished off a bottle of water and stretched back down on the chaise.

“I’ll see you later.”

She lifted her thumbs as he stilled by the door, pensive. She felt like that mangy dog again. Only instead of letting the doorman kick her, Dmitri had decided to keep her.

Something strange was going on with him. The fleeting thought came to her even as her head felt as if it was filled with cotton candy.

One minute, he was shredding her into pieces with such ruthlessness, and the next…such tenderness showed in his eyes that she thought she would shatter in the face of it.

“Where are you going? When will you return?”

He stared at her for a long, disturbing, soul-crushing moment before he covered the distance between them. Still reclining on the chaise, she waited with bated breath, her heart hammering behind her rib cage.

He would surely cut her to pieces for asking that question, for assuming such…

Kneeling down to her level, he took her hand in his. Her hand was delicately slender in his huge one, and suddenly, she felt a sense of security she hadn’t known in a long time. It was as if a fuzzy feeling unspooled in her gut.

“I have a very irate portfolio manager that I have to mollify after my latest bout of shopping frenzy,” he whispered, and she laughed through the weariness.

“Tonight I can sleep, can’t I? For as long as I want?”

He squeezed her hand, and she thought how rough his palm was. “Yes, you can, Jas. No one will come in. You’re…safe here.”

Her eyelids felt as if they would glue together forever. Jas squeezed his hand back and whispered, “Thank you,” before giving in to the sleep claiming her.

Maybe she didn’t have to hate Dmitri so thoroughly, the thought came to her. She would still pay him back, yes, but they could at least be friends, couldn’t they?

As much friends as she could be with a man who had bought her and who set her pulse racing like nothing in life ever had.

A man who was making it harder for her to hate him.